Perfect Scar
So Soon, The Truth
Sycophant cigarette
Light with your tongue
A chorus of calluses hardened by one
All this time talking ‘til words twist undone
To puncture your parachute and water your lungs
Who is still haunting your current affairs?
You're floating on fluid, too flippant to care
All these heartbeats ‘til you’re down and you’re done
To puncture your parachute and water your lungs
Sycophant cigarette
Light with your tongue
A chorus of calluses hardened by one
All this time talking ‘til words twist undone
To puncture your parachute and water your lungs
